2nd Primarch

The Great Sage Cawl walked out of the emergency room that had been temporarily set up for Guilliman in the dark world.

Almost all of his biological organs had been replaced by cold machines, and he had spent ten thousand years in this mechanical body.

Over the long years, all his emotions had long been wiped out. His cold, mechanical heart only carried promises and loyalty.

He was like a cold machine walking a lonely road. It was difficult for anyone to see the expression of humanity in such a cold construct.

But when he walked out of Guilliman's emergency room, he could still feel the deep, lingering sadness emanating from this great sage.

"Kaul, how is the regent doing now?"

The leader of the Death Army, Evelyne, approached with a team of Eldar prophets.

"Very bad," Cawl said, shaking his head. His voice remained as cold as a machine, but there was a hint of powerlessness in his words at that moment.

"The poison has invaded the body for the second time. The armor can no longer heal the Regent's wounds. Although the sisters' force field can prevent the wounds from worsening, it cannot completely eliminate them. We must find a way to save the Primarch again."

"It's that serious!"

Evelyne took a deep breath and walked toward the emergency room, her face full of anxiety.

According to the prophecies of the Eldar prophets, Guilliman was very likely the destined one to save the Eldar, so the leader of the Death Army was concerned not only about the Primarch but also the entire Eldar race.

But when she opened the door to the emergency room, what awaited her was the black muzzle of a grenade launcher.

"Why is that?" Evelyne raised her hands in a peaceful gesture, indicating that she meant no harm, and asked with a frown.

"Little Eldar girl, I advise you not to move."

A mischievous voice rang out, and after it spoke, a battle sister with black hair and black eyes appeared in front of Evelyne—Shivara, the current captain of the Psychic Guard. She had once been strong-willed, even by the standards of the Sisters, and was rebellious to the point that she caused the death of an entire squad of Space Marines due to her negligence in battle.

Since then, she had applied to become a nun of atonement, using both physical and mental torment to cleanse her sins. It wasn't until she joined the Heart Network that she found a path to redemption. Her personality gradually returned to normal. But unlike before, she was now a mature and resolute warrior.

"You are hindering the treatment of the Primarch, Sister. Aren't you afraid of being convicted?" Evelyne asked.

"Wow, I'm so scared!" Shivara exaggeratedly raised her hands in mock fear, then quickly switched to a serious expression.

"It's useless for you to tell me this. Before my master gives the order, I will not allow you to step into this room!"

Shivara's warning was firm. In the eyes of the Imperial warriors, aliens and heretics were equally despised and untrustworthy.

Even Evelyne, who appeared to have a close relationship with the Regent, was no exception in her eyes.

"You!"

Even the well-educated leader of the Death Army was so furious that her breathing quickened. She could never have imagined that, beside the stern prince, there was such a soldier-like captain of the guard.

Evelyne wanted to say something else, but at that moment,

"Bang," "Bang," "Bang."

The heavy footsteps and the sound of a giant dragging something echoed simultaneously.

Then Evelyne saw a giant in heavy power armor, nearly three times her height, dragging a giant monster bird the size of a hill, walking quickly toward her.

That was the ever-changing Lord of Destiny, Carlos the Fateweaver!

Upon seeing the enormous object being dragged, Evelyne felt her heartbeat stop for a beat. The anger that had just ignited in her heart instantly calmed down like water.

The giant came with a stench of blood so intense it nearly overwhelmed the air, carrying a suffocating presence that made even the powerful leader of the Death Army feel a bit breathless.

Fortunately, while she was still stunned, the giant spoke first, sparing her from seeming rude.

"Don't be silly, Shivara. Evelyne is Guilliman's guest."

The giant approaching was Dukel. The Primarch's keen perception allowed him to hear the conversation between the two from a distance.

"Yes, Your Highness." Shivara almost trotted over to greet him, then stood obediently behind the Primarch and secretly greeted Efilar beside him.

Efilar smiled gently in return.

"Your Highness Dukel, we must transfer the Regent to the stasis field as soon as possible, and then seek the help of our prophets to find a way to save the Primarch again," Evelyne spoke urgently, but her words again caused the loyal Imperial soldiers to glare at her.

What did she mean by seeking the help of the Eldar Prophet? Wasn't that implying the human Empire was incompetent?

Though Evelyne likely didn't intend that, the arrogance she inadvertently revealed made everyone present uncomfortable.

"That is not necessary," Dukel said calmly. "I have received a revelation from the Emperor and know how to save Guilliman."

After speaking, he dragged Carlos into the emergency room. The two bird heads of the Weaver collided heavily with the metal doorframe on both sides, making a dull thud.

After hearing the words of the Primarch, the Imperial warriors around him all showed admiration, their hearts filled with reverence for His Majesty's great power.

As for the Eldar prophets? The Astartes considered them not worth even a single hair of the Emperor.

"But—"

Evelyne tried to speak again.

But Efilar stepped forward to stop her.

"Thank you for your concern for the Regent, Miss Evelyne."

"However, please stop here. My Lord is healing his brother."

As a blessed saint who was almost in tune with Dukel's thoughts, she knew very well that the Primarch did not want to be disturbed at that moment.

Evelyne could only be blocked outside the emergency room helplessly.

Inside the emergency room, Dukel was performing an operation that was no less delicate than surgery.

For him, absorbing the original essence of a great daemon was easy, but extracting the daemon's essence, transforming it, and then infusing it into armor or weapons was far more difficult.

It was even more challenging to inject such a large amount of energy without causing the armor to explode.

Because of this, the chainsword he used was only infused with a small portion of the daemon's essence.

Dukel extracted Carlos' essence as though peeling a cocoon and slowly poured it into Guilliman's Armor of Destiny.

The process was painstakingly slow.

After a full day, the operation was finally completed.

The Armor of Destiny had undergone significant changes as a result. Though there was no obvious change in appearance, the smooth surface of the power armor and the occasional ripples gave it an aura of mystery.

On the shoulder armor, there was a conspicuous golden double-headed eagle insignia, with soul fire burning between illusion and reality.

This was the safeguard Dukel had placed on the armor. If the armor were ever out of his control, the soul fire inside would explode instantly and destroy it completely.

When this Armor of Destiny was renewed, it also meant the complete demise of Carlos in Dukel's hands.

The arrogant daemon seemed to have been drained of all his flesh and blood, leaving only a withered corpse.

But Dukel did not intend to let even this mummy go. He turned around and handed it over to the Psychic Guard.

"Go find a craftsman to paint this mummy with gold and turn it into a golden double-headed eagle specimen. Hang it on the Soulfire."

"This will be one of my proudest collections."

Dukel said with a smile.